Pirate Bebop

Ch.20

“Yesterday was a big day.” I commented at the breakfast table in the galley while shamelessly sipping from a bottle of Eris’s cum that I had Luster bottle for me from the room-filling condom I caused Eris to inflate inside of me. Hot damn, being cumflated was an utterly epic way to cum and ruined me for being a man. The knowledge that was how a majority of women and herms got off in the Golden Age made me long for the universe to achieve that prosperity again.

“Yeah. You ascended into godhood, rescued my niece and even revealed that you’re somehow a key to bridging our previously sealed dimensions just by existing. Big is an understatement.” Collateral snorted as he enjoyed the pancakes Jet served.

“I knew I chose well~.” Eris cooed as she leaned against me, nuzzling my left cheek and I returned the affection while I ate and browsed the news on my Omni-tool. “Hm, now, where are my Broodmother Goddesses~?” Broodmother Goddesses~? I like the sound of that~.

“Trapped in Paradise, their Freedom has been denied, so I Feel it now that yew’ve asked. It’s somewhere between the Three Galaxies, probably at the abandoned Ark of Harmony.” I commented with a snarl and my ears pinned back. I am very sensitive to people’s Freedoms being denied, which sucks because of the universe I live in.

“What? Oh no! I already knew about that. I was talking about Vinnie and her sister.” Wait, they have another sister?! I already want to marry Vinnie just after meeting her, how will her sister make me react?

“You already met her.” Collateral snickered, somehow guessing my train of thought.

“Brennie? Who is Brennie?” I asked when the name popped up into my head. Damn it, my powers are so esoteric. Do I know it or not? Why is it so finicky...right, because I cannot deny others their Freedoms such as Liberty and Privacy. Oh shit, I’m a living definition of the concepts of Freedom! I’m both annoyed yet excited by this understanding!

“That would be Bryan when she’s a woman.” Eris spoke up before devouring whatever was on her plate. I’m not paying that much attention.

“I get the feeling he’ll be annoyed at ya telling me and not letting him tell me himself.” I pouted at her with a chiding tone as I waved my fork at her.

“I’ll forgive her this once. She’s been through shit.” A new feminine voice spoke as-holy sweet mother of me! Two sexy hotties~! I can sense both of them really want to-guh~! No! Bad me! Bad body! No making puppies! This is not a good environment for that!

“My brain is still getting unscrambled, hello sexy~. Want some pups?” Eris teased before she was hit in the head, causing a broken clock to go flying out of her ear. “Okay that would be a broken timeline I need to devour.”

“I sense that isn’t the same as killing people so much as it is rewinding time so yer not denying anything besides memory.” I commented to put those uninitiated in Eris’s powers at ease. I only know this because she wants me to know. My gosh, I hope I don’t have to do the whole seer shit with people because they can share things with me without even speaking.

“Yeah, similar. Makes me even more horny when I do it since I’m taking in myself and eliminating whatever broke time. I have like...3,000 selves to eat since that’s how many loops in the time stream I had to make. I’m basically a vergence of all possible Timelines and I’m absorbing all of the ones I didn’t get to manage in my reduced state.” Eris said and I nodded.

“Understandable. So, everyone, before I explode in sexual desire to fulfill Vinnie and Brennie’s wishes to blow my mind, I’m going to go to town and go for a walk, maybe visit Colselno.” I morphed into my original male form. I felt diminished for restricting myself, yet at the same time it was my Choice to be so and it felt Right.

“Be careful.” Eris said as she started eating her clock and some of her tail. Ah, the ouroboros, a symbol of eternity. It makes sense that would be a way she could physically represent her duty.

“I’m always careful, lass.” I winked at her and kissed Luster and Rivala on the way out, just barely avoiding doing the same to Vinnie and Brennie, instead just giving a friendly shoulder pat on the way out. Vinnie would’ve happily let me be more handsy, but Brennie was still unsure and I didn’t want to pressure her with physical advances. I’m not her waifu, she’s in another dimension and the local waifus are all trapped in a pocket dimension.

“Why is the snake lady eating herself?” Faye asked when she staggered in sleepily. Swerta is still asleep and Faye spent some of last night experiencing male sensations for the first time. Wait, that’s private, now I’m fuzzy on what I just thought I knew. Whatever. I’ll get the hang of these new powers hopefully sooner rather than later.

“Hey shortstacks, there’s short stacks in the galley.” I said to the sexy rabbit-reptiles as I passed them and they nodded at me before cooing when I pet their plumed heads and start of their ears before continuing on. I went up to the motor pool and grabbed a swoop bike which I took to the air and flew towards Novahome to have some me-time to clear my head.

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Jim groaned as he was pushed to his limits in training. He wanted the power to beat Silver, to win this conflict, to retire with Amelia somewhere isolated where they could start a family-.

“Hm? Someone is actually channeling me hard enough?” A woman’s voice called in his head as a warrior in golden armor appeared like a phantom from the old archives! She’s Urta! His ancestor! She was unfairly beautiful and sexy, exuding an aura of Power and feminine Fertility with her bountiful breasts and pup-bearing hips wrapped in her power armor. “Hey~! Wow you’re a stud! I thought from what we’ve been told, that people like you didn’t exist anymore.”

“U-uh...I’m unique, sadly.” Jim replied in confusion. Is he hallucinating? Did he drink in too much Love from Amelia? He has been extremely well-fed on a whole buffet of emotions unlike most changelings. His mother did warn him that overindulgence may result in side-effects.

“Well that’s just a shame. Anyway, I need help if you’re willing. I and all of those faithful to me and my family are trapped in Paradise by a seal. My wife, Runner, told me that some organization with the same name as our old UNSC are the culprits.” Jim felt condensation form on the back of his neck at realizing his employers were the ones to blame, but clearly Urta didn’t know that or she wouldn’t have reached out to him like this.

“Uh, that’s...that makes sense, actually.” Jim had his suspicions. The HQ on Aiur II felt wrong. The ponies there were like cookie-cut copies of each other in body if not in personality and their emotions were all muted, like being put through a filter. “Listen, I’m your descendent, but I’m in the employ of the UnSC. I don’t know what their goals are, but they have me hunting a pirate that took something they clearly want. He’s skilled enough that I need to train and-.”

“Become more Powerful to best him in the art of War when you’re already a beacon of Virility which also falls under my aegis with Fertility. I see. I advise that you not go through with delivering the objective to your superiors. Instead, play along, keep up an act. I’m not Cocoa, I can’t play such a game, but I believe you can.” Urta seemed to consider something for a few moments and then nodded. “Hold on, bringing in my twin.” Her twin too?

Moments later, a mocha brown vixen who looked exactly like the gray and white armored vixen appeared alongside her. That must be Penny, Urta’s twin sister. They both neared him and while Penny rubbed his groin, Urta pressed her breasts into his snout! “I hope your instincts are right, sister.” Penny said before getting on her knees and he moaned into the ethereal breasts, thankful he was using a private training room right now.

“They have to be. We can’t do anything from here, but he can. My descendent, our descendent, we pass our Power, our War prowess, our Fertility unto you. While we degrade to demigods, you shall take our place in the pantheon in the hopes that you save our beloved families!” Urta declared before kissing him and Jim came so hard he blacked out.

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“She did what?!” Vinnie shrieked as she paced in the room that she brought her siblings to when Wiatr had called her, babbling and sobbing incoherently. “Those dumb cunts!” Vinnie’s voice was filled with dread and anger blended with concern and sadness.

“Let me guess; they passed down their Aspects to Jimbo.” Brennie said with a sigh since she can already sense the new God of War, Virility and Power from where they were right now.

“Putting them into a coma, yes!” Vinnie hissed and looked beside herself with worry. “They won’t wake up and their souls are just tiny flickers in their bodies. Nobody knows when or if they’ll wake up.” The bunny-wolf bit a finger and clearly wanted to scream in impotent fury.

“And people say we do drastic things.” Collateral scoffed in annoyance.

“Now they’ve basically put the boy in an even more precarious position.” Pillar shook his head, disheartened. While it was a bold and desperate move, he could respect the intent.

“Unless, Eris wasn’t blowing smoke and his lover has the clout to ignore his new state and simply write it off as his demigod powers expressing themselves.” Brennie said with narrowed eyes full of skepticism.

“At least Urta’s finally proven that she’s willing to do whatever it takes to protect those she loves. I just wish she didn’t need to involve Penny. Nexus is going to be heartbroken until Penny revives.” Vinnie said before whispering into the call with Wiatr and hanging up. Listening to the several people crying on the other end wasn’t making her feel any better. “So much for Paradise being Paradise. Now it’s their own personal Hell.”

“We’ll worry about that later. Let’s focus on what we can do right here.” Brennie shifted the topic in order to get things moving. Urta and Penny are tough, they’ll hold out until things were all sorted out. “I’ll be honest with you. Ever since we came here; I can’t help but feel like this was all planned. And no, I don’t mean Eris. It’s definitely something else.”

“That almost sounds like a conspiracy theory, but maybe you’re on to something.” Hunter nodded his head in agreement. He felt a presence along the edges of his psychic power, something hidden. It doesn’t want to be noticed. Fortunately, it hadn’t noticed him yet.

“Roll, snake girl, roll!” The ginger-crested Asari named Edward cheered as she and her neural-enhanced corgi named Ein pushed a whining Eris down the hall like a wheel.

“Smom!” Eris cried while she looked like she was about to barf herself up. Ugh, first, rescue the snake goddess from the enthusiasm of youth.

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“This place is so free~!” I cheered as I was walkabout in Novahome. Yes, there were violations of personal freedoms everywhere, but unlike the oppressive atmosphere of the Corp or Gov administered society, Novahome was entirely free of regulations aside from generally agreed-upon social rules of engagement that people willingly adhered to.

Nobody wanted to be banished from the place, so they willingly held themselves to their best behavior without needing oppressive restraints like invasive laws and advertising violating their rights to be who they were and their privacy. To the uninitiated, this was a disgusting hive of scum and villainy. To me, it was an expression of the sapient spirit to seek togetherness even in the harshest environments.

“Hey, fuck you!”

“Fuck you too!”

Ah~! Freedom! Even disputes like that are refreshing! They don’t have security or police rushing to beat them half to death with hardlight clubs, do they? I went to The Mess, where I felt the greatest violation of Freedom was occurring. I drifted through the overcrowded cafeteria to see Del, the Indentured Servant at the bar looking prettier than last time. I casually slipped behind the bar into the back rooms without him noticing and retrieved my blaster from my pants as I screwed a suppressor on the end made from a tabana gas filter for a speeder.

“Who the fuck are-?!” I shot the long-haired redhead human Slaver in the face before she could get up from her desk after I opened the door. The green shot was as bright as ever, but there was no sound besides her head pulping and her blood evaporating into the air.

I casually closed the door and slipped the murder weapon into my pants again, whistling to myself as I felt the fulfillment of righting a wrong with another wrong. It hurt a bit, but that bitch, Beth Carver, was the owner of the largest Slaving Ring in the Triangulum Galaxy. Her subordinates will still do their work, but most of them will end up fracturing without her holding the whole thing together.

Besides, the bitch was in the pocket of Snugglē, the largest slave-enterprise megacorp in the Three Galaxies. With her gone, suddenly they won’t have such a stable supply of ‘workers’ for their numerous plantations in Triangulum, forcing them to have to actually keep their ‘employees’ alive instead of working them to death and replacing them with new ones.

The chain of Slavery violating Freedom just had one of it’s strongest links shattered and the anarchy to come may be tragic, but the universe will improve without Beth Carver’s Taint twisting it. I waved at Del as I left from behind the bar and sent a quick file to his Omni-tool on what to do next. The Mess needed a new manager after all and the rampant raskvel enslavement project was now put to a grinding halt.

Shekka will be so happy to hear about this she might just try to get me to get her pregnant.

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“What’s that noise?” Spike questioned when he heard what sounded like metal-on-metal clashing against each other. He went to investigate where it was coming from and he could hear some cheering. Soon he found the source was coming from the Argentines having a sparring match. Brennie pitted against one of her guards. Some of his crewmates were watching on and he joined them. “What’s going on?”

“Oh, hey Spike! Just watching these guys go at it!” Ed answered excitedly as she went back to watching. “The first to draw blood from their opponent wins! This is so cool~!”

“Just be glad that’s where they’re stopping.” Luster commented with an exasperated eye roll.

“Will one of you two lose already?! I want my turn!” The Empyreal named Ionyx complained.

“It’s not my fault you lost at rock, paper, scissors, brother!” The black armored one named Helvex retorted with a laugh, parrying away Brennie’s strike with his axes.

“Luster, I think you’re misunderstanding them.” Spike rebuked with a frown.

“I may have been born after they stopped being around all the time, but the Empire’s martial traditions were heavily grounded in Argentine roots even if the average foot soldier never became as potent in comparison. This is almost no different from a sparring session in the Empire’s training barracks before the Fall.” Luster replied as she watched the match.

“It’s more than a training session for them.” Spike said as he saw how happy these Argentines are. “It’s their way of expressing themselves. Weird, I know, but they aren’t normal people. These guys are immortal warriors.”

“Spike, you get it, but you need to remember that this was my world. I was always the bookish sort, I only completed basic training as part of my upbringing, but I was never without soldiers and artists of martial combat around me all the time. You should have a tap-in, even if you’re young, I can tell you have a warrior’s soul.” Luster suggested as she leaned back to relax.

“Yeah, but I’m not stupid. I’ll wait, since this is their happy time.” Spike retorted with a grunt as Brennie drew first blood from Helvex, making her the victor. “Here’s a question: do you know what life is like on their side?”

“Besides being more dangerous yet prosperous? Not really. Whatever information that delved a little deeper into their society has been lost. Or maybe they scrubbed it before leaving. They are known to be paranoid for a reason. It’s how they stayed on top of things.” Luster answered with a sigh as the two warriors congratulated one another before the next match started.

“So, there’s more to them?” Spike asked with a raised brow out of curiosity.

“Of course, but nothing in history says much besides that they’re very independent, stubborn and prefer to be left alone. When they provided aid, it was always on their terms and they never allowed the Empire to touch Devorak.” Luster replied with a sigh. “The closest we have to possibly cross-analyzing their society and other such is our own Tartarus, but that’s not exact.”

“Tartarus?” Ed asked in confusion and Luster sighed again.

“Tartarus is the neighboring parallel dimension that acts as a natural barrier between the shifting tides of Infernus; the realm of Hell where Luci Fer: the Goddess of Evil usually resides. As well as Urdak; the realm of Heaven where Jehovah: the God of Good rules. That said, Tartarus was too intermingled with the Empire after they and the Argentines saved them from Corruption. That you don’t even know means they are lost as well.” Luster sighed sadly and her hand morphed into a blood-red furred hand with black nails/claws. “I’m a roadmap of the lost.”

“You’re talking about demons and angels now? I’m starting to think the Argentines have run the gauntlet of reality. Well, I’ll ask if they’re willing to train me sometime. I may have been an assassin once, but it would be a good idea to improve my skills with this coming war.” Spike blew out his cigarette smoke and crushed the spent cig in his scaled hand for disposal.

“They kinda have. I mean, they’re Nephilim, both angelic and demonic. Oh, if you mean all of them, no, just the Marines. They’re special.” Luster waved off and then stood up with a stretch. “I’m not a physical combatant, I’ll just be leaving you all to get sweaty. I’m going to go update the molecular forge in the Bebop’s maintenance bay.”

“We have a what in the where?” Spike blinked and Ed began bouncing in place.

“Yeah! We can put garbage in it and get whatever we need from it! It’s really energy consuming though, so we need Silvy to fuel the reactor when she gets back.” Ed gushed excitedly.

“Basically, it rewrites things down to the object’s original molecular structure and turns it into something you need.” Hunter spoke up and Spike jumped away in surprise. As a former assassin, Spike’s spatial awareness was higher than most, but Hunter was like a ghost.

“Yep! I helped Luster build it, so now I know a bunch of new stuff! Shekka and Hildra are kinda upset they didn’t help us with it, but they were too busy scanning your sister.” Ed said and Spike remembered how eager those two rabbit-reptiles were to get their hands on one of the Marines after hearing they were Cybertronians. “But I’m also jealous-no, wait, envious, that they know more about transformers than I do. Can I scan you mister Hunter?”

“Uh...maybe when you’re older.” Hunter uneasily replied and the ginger-crested asari whined. “So, Spike, how about a spar? I’ll go easy on you since you’re not a legendary warrior.”

“Sure, I could use the exercise.” Spike tossed the cig into the nearby trash bin.